"Whataya mean?" she whispered, her hands readjusting her slightly hiked skirt. I bobbed my head in the direction of her staring mother. Juliana slowly looked over her shoulder then back at me. "Don't worry," she sighed, "Just keep dancing." "She's going to fucking kill me," I whispered as I began to sway my hips to the music. Jules shook her head, "Just keep dancing. She won't suspect...

There was something different about her tonight. She wasn't just the annoying girl I met a year ago when my father decided to move in with her mother; her movements were fluid as she stalked across the dance floor to the other end of the banquet hall. Her legs, extended to their length in four inch, black stilettoes; exposed to all of our eyes up to the mid of her thighs. Those legs that had...